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johnpannell, we’ll have to try the pill pockets.

bigheadfred, I’m going “assume” the suppository would be for the cat. ;)

Fido969, that was priceless.

LauraJean, that was certainly my intention. :)

Yardstick, gee thanks. Now I’m having flashbacks. I might be suffering from PTKD! (Post Traumatic Kitty Disorder)

ponygirl, it’s really only a little swollen. I took a little artistic license with the Mount Vesuvius description. We have post-hole diggers that would make a perfect sized hole!

Joe Boucher, I’ve always wanted to grow cattails. Maybe this year! ;)

Fantasywriter, for the cat taco do you grill the cat or brown it like hamburger meat?

Thank you all for your comments! Vanity posts can be hit or miss.

That reminds me of years ago when my Shetland Sheepdog had a litter of puppies. My son, who has a great sense of humor, got up one morning and said, ‘I’m hungry; throw a puppy on the grill’. We both got a good laugh out of it. (Nobody was/is gentler with animals than my son. It was just a joke (which I mention in case there are any humor-challenged readers on this thread)).

All of these stories remind me of a horse I once had. She was a Thoroughbred mare and a bit of a psycho. By "psycho," I mean, "wicked smart."

We were out of town at a big horse show once and she was having a bit of a lameness issue. Arthritis or something, I don't remember, but the vet had recommended Bute tablets. So we tried crushing them up and putting them in her grain.

Somehow, that horse sifted through her grain and left a little pile of pill powder in her bucket.

We tried dissolving it in beet pulp and bran mash.

She wouldn't touch either.

One of the barn kids got clever and hollowed out the inside of a carrot, pouring the powder into it and capping it with a little plug.

From that day on, she refused carrots.

We decided we would cram it down her throat. She swung her head and clocked the groom in the forehead, leaving him with a big goose egg on his noggin. I then stepped forward to give it a try with some gentle coaxing and was rewarded with a crushed foot. After that, anyone who stepped into her stall was met with pinned ears and a fierce look.

So we got serious. We got one person to hold her, and twist one ear. Another person had hold of her upper lip with a twitch. A third person was responsible for getting the pill in her face. After a 15 minute struggle, she gave in and we had success. *Cheer!*

We finished out the show with no further drama. The next day as we were packing up to leave, we had put her in the trailer with a flake of hay. I opened the forward door to check on her one more time before we hit the road. Sitting on the floor up by her head was a half dissolved Bute tablet. That darn horse had kept the thing somewhere in her mouth for almost 24 hours.